MTLNOVEL CHAPTER 171
At that moment, upon hearing what Cora just said, Giovanni and Brown then shake their heads slowly, their expressions filled with both disbelief and a lingering trace of awe. Giovanni's voice was low but steady as he said, "No, Miss Cora… it wasn't the security people who saved you."
Immediately Brown added firmly, "It was the person who actually saved you. Just one man… a guy. He took down every single one of them alone."
Upon hearing what Brown just said, Cora's brows furrowed immediately, her heart skipping. "One man?" she asked, puzzled, her voice tinged with both confusion and curiosity.
Giovanni nodded. "Yes. CCTV footage didn't capture everything, but it got just enough to tell us what happened… and we've checked every angle. From everything we've confirmed, it was just him. Alone."
Then Brown's tone dropped slightly as he continued. "And the way he moved… the way he fought… it wasn't normal. He didn't look like a person. He looked like someone possessed. Like something else entirely had taken over his body. His movements were too sharp. Too fast. He was like a phantom, no hesitation, no fear. Just precision and rage."
Immediately Cora's eyes slowly widened, the weight of their words sinking into her mind like a stone thrown into still water. Giovanni looked at her closely and asked, "Have you seen this person before, Miss Cora? Because from what we saw… the way he fought… the way he made sure you weren't touched again… it didn't look random. It looked like someone protecting someone he cared about."
Cora's breath caught for a second.
She blinked, unable to hide the slight tremble that rushed down her spine. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. Her mind was racing, images flashing. The voice she heard in the darkness. The arms that shielded her. The warmth and strength she remembered, even if everything else was blurred.
And then she remembered Malisa at the hospital who had leaned closer, whispered softly, almost cautiously, as if revealing a hidden truth.
"He was the one who brought you in," Malisa had said gently. "He wasn't covered in blood… but not a scratch on him. He looked like someone who had just walked through a battlefield and didn't care. When I asked for his name… he only said one word. 'Oliver.'"
At that moment, upon hearing what Brown and Giovanni just said, Cora's eyes then wide open a little bit. Deep down in her mind, she knew that it was Oliver that actually saved her. That was what Malisa actually said to her on the hospital.
At that moment, Cora's voice was firm, almost commanding, as she turned to Giovanni. "I want to see the CCTV footage," she said. Her eyes locked on his, leaving no room for delay or questions. "Both of you, get up now and show me everything you saw."
Brown and Giovanni, still on their knees, exchanged a quick glance. Without hesitation, Giovanni stood up slowly, his knees stiff and aching from hours on the marble floor. He walked briskly to the shelf near the security station where the laptop had been kept. Bran followed behind him, quietly brushing the dust from his trousers, still too ashamed to speak.
Without wasting anymore time Giovanni picked up the laptop and turned back toward Kora, his expression grim. As he approached, the weight of what he was about to reveal settled on his shoulders. He knew what she was about to see would not just shock her, it might shake her entire world.
He knelt slightly to offer the laptop screen to her. "Miss Cora, this is the footage," he said quietly. "We didn't want to show you earlier because we were afraid of how you'd take it."
"Play it," she said sharply.
Giovanni clicked play.
The room fell silent.
As the footage began to roll, Kora leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as the grainy image unfolded on the screen. The timestamp showed the moment it all began. Outside of the house, the attacked came into view. She saw herself struggling. Screaming. Fighting.
Then… he appeared.
A lone figure burst into the frame fast, calculated, terrifying. The way he moved, it was like something out of a movie. In one swift motion, he struck the first man. Then the second. Within seconds, two bodies were motionless. The next attacker raised a weapon, but the figure unmistakably Oliver, twisted his arm back and brought him down with a bone-crushing force. Immediately blood splattered on the wall.
Her breath caught in her throat. Every second of the video confirmed the fear that had been clawing at the back of her mind.
It was Oliver, It was really him.
He was the one who saved her.
But he was also the one who killed them.
Five of them.
And the way he did it... it wasn't normal. It wasn't just defense. It was controlled rage, almost animalistic, yet precise. Every move had purpose. Every hit was fatal.
She couldn't look away. Her eyes widened with every blow, her mouth slightly open as shock coursed through her veins. Her heart thumped in her chest.
At that moment her hands slowly dropped from the edge of the screen.
The footage ended, she just stared at the screen.
Her thoughts raced, her heart pounding even louder now. She whispered under her breath as her mind tried to process what she had just seen.
"…Oliver?" she muttered.
Her voice was barely audible.
"What… is going on?"
At that moment, Cora's eyes couldn't even blink, let alone move away from the screen, as she watched the CCTV footage in full detail. Her entire body felt cold. Her hands gripped tightly to the edge of the table in front of her, and her breath slowed. She could feel her heart pounding louder with every second the footage played. It wasn't just the sight of Oliver on the screen. It was how he was moving. How he was fighting. How he was killing.
He didn't flinch. He didn't even pause. His face held no trace of mercy, no flicker of hesitation, no sign of remorse. His expression remained hard, cold, and fixed, as though he were programmed, not human. He swung, and struck like someone who had done this a hundred times before. And yet, there was no panic in his eyes, no fear. Instead, there was something else that truly scared her.
Rage. Dark, unfiltered, uncontrollable rage.